inner peace

i looked for you in a moonlit night,
where shadows danced and eerie sounds
bounced off hollow trees.
But you were not there.

i looked for you in the morning light,
where dew drops covered a lavender field of clover
and spider webs sparkled in the glow.
But you were not there.

i looked for you in my bedroom,
where an unmade bed speaks of restless,
sleepless nights and fading dreams.
But you were not there.

i sit on the edge of a precipice
and as i look down at my dangling legs,
i see darkness, despair and uncertainty.
Looking up i see a vastness of infinite possibilities.

i wish that i could fly,
but my body is weak and heavy and
my wings are non-existent.